Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.